Closing up the Shibari Auction House on Christmas Eve, manager Yves is looking forward to his hot turkey dinner and a week off when he's propositioned by a young man, offering blow jobs. Yves doesn't need to pay for sex, but he can't leave the young hooker out on the street on Christmas Eve.
Tony's been on the street for a long time, and now he's also on the run from his pimp. When the tall dude agrees to pay him five hundred dollars for the night, and then takes him home and feeds him instead of fucking him, he's worried it's too good to be true. He's waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Yves to turn out to be a serial killer.
Can anything real come out of this chance meeting?
Find out on February 12 at Changeling Press!
Smutty excerpt:
Yves started the game and they set up, each choosing their characters, their cars. Before he knew it, they were playing, laughing together, and bumping each other’s shoulders. Yves clearly played regularly; he was damn good and the game never got boring as they vied for points.
Tony laughed hard, almost turning over as he played. Yves hand slid over his shoulders, helping him to get upright again and the smiling lips were right there.
“I…” He leaned in and kissed Yves, quick and hard.
Yves mouth opened, a soft gasp sounding. Then Yves touched Tony’s lips, fingers lingering as Yves’ gaze held his.
“I…” He should apologize, but he wasn’t sorry.
“Shh.” Yves closed the space between their lips and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Tony didn’t kiss. He didn’t. Yves’ lips moved against his, then Yves licked Tony’s lower lip before ending the kiss.
“Oh.” Tony was hard, and his heart slammed in his chest.
Stroking Tony’s cheek, Yves held his gaze. “What do you want, Tony?”
“You. I mean, not for money.” Not because he had to or Yves had paid him or fed him or anything. Just because.
“Then I’m yours.” Yves pressed their lips together again, fingers sliding into Tony’s hair.
He gasped, his lips parting and letting Yves in. Yves’ tongue was warm, and it slid over Tony’s teeth and along his tongue. Exploring his mouth. He kept telling himself he didn’t kiss, even though he was kissing Yves, right now. And whoa, Yves was a good kisser. Like really good. It made him feel all hot inside, his lips almost tingling from the contact.
“I don’t kiss.” He moaned the words, then pressed closer, rubbing against Yves, achingly hot.
“Okay.” Yves kept on kissing him, one hand sliding along his back, all the way down until Yves cupped his ass.
His hips moved like they had a mind of their own. This wasn’t what it was supposed to be like. It wasn’t supposed to be mindless. Or needy.
Yves shifted him so one of Yves’ strong thighs was between his legs, and Yves’ hand on his ass encouraged him to saw back and forth.
“Oh.” Tony nodded, his toes curling, the hint of a dull ache the most delicious thing he’d ever felt.
Humming, Yves squeezed Tony’s ass, the long fingers dipping into his crack. Tony pushed one hand down between them, wanting to feel Yves’ cock, to know whether the man was hard for him. It earned him a groan, Yves’ hips bucking toward his touch.
Yves was indeed hard, long and thick both.
“You don’t have to,” Yves murmured.
“Okay.” He didn’t stop. God, that was a fine specimen. “You’re hung.”
“I’m tall.” The words ended in a moan, Yves pushing into his hand, legs spreading.
“Yeah.” Tony got his other hand around Yves and started jacking good and hard. This he knew how to do.
“Tony…” Yves moaned again for him. “Please, skin?” Long fingers plucked at the button of his jeans.
“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t shy. He’d been naked for a lot of men.
Yves got Tony’s jeans open, the zipper down and his cock pushed right out into Yves’ hand like he was a hungry slut. He wasn’t. This was a job, but… Not here. Not now. This was because he wanted it, wanted Yves.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Trying desperately to get my phone calendar to read February 12th!
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